The yellow crane terrace – Cui Hao

Where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, Nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. The yellow crane never revisited earth, And white clouds are flying without him for ever. …Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, And Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses; But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark With a mist of grief on the river waves.